Just realized I never properly introduced myself hshshshsh
Anyway, I go by many names (I just like doing it): Mochi, Rin, Viper, Serene. I mainly go with Mochi but feel free to call me others.
I'm a yumeshipper (OCxCanon) and OC artist since birth. Now, the other thing is...
I have a lot of yumes.
Safe to say, this won't be the last (I've set eyes on some other characters hehehehhe) and I still didn't include the past ones that I had.
I have poly ships with PhaiDei, LycaHugo, Angels of Music, and I guess Alephlings is poly too?
You can read more on my Strawpage.
I am selective with all my ships but these are the ones that's strictly selective:
❦ Andrealphus ❦ Wriothesley ❦ Gallagher
❦ Lorin (Bro's not out yet but claiming)
❦ Phantasio ❦ Chuuya ❦ Brant
❦ Snake ❦ Jack ❦ Puppeteer/Matthias
❦ Goatman/Jeffrey ❦ All ZZZ (I'm sorry)
That's all I think.
Edit: If you ship Andrealphus with any angels (except your OC/Persona), or Roulette (Genshin), or G@ll@d@y, please block me. I'm not fond of them.
As for this blog, it's mainly focus on WHB but who knows, maybe I'll branch out to IDV and Pokemon. I planned on another acc for my other stuffs (Hoyo games, WuWa, DNA, whatnot)
I initially had Twitter but with the new implementation on Twitter, I just decided to move out of it. The manchild is getting out of hand tsk tsk.
Andddd that's it.
To end it all, meet my personas: Saelen and Serelis.
No, it's not the same Serelis in the fic. It's the variant of my persona but they're not the same person. (Think of Hoyo making Expys)
2. do you have a favourite book? if so, what is it? ([web]comics, manga, manhwa, and manhua also count)
fav book: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
fav manga: Houseki no Kuni by Haruko Ichikawa
fav manhwa: Who Made Me A Princess by Plutus and Spoon
3. what is the last thing you watched?
"this is a video about the internet. this is a video about Saihate no Ima" by Amelie Doree on youtube
(for those who don't know, she makes video essays about [often dark] adult VNs [many of which include gore but she censors it in her videos so unless you look the games up yourself, you don't need to worry], which are pretty cool and interesting imo ^u^)
4. do you have a favourite dinosaur? if yes, which one?
yes! it's parasaurolophus! =w=
5. what is a random fact about you?
sometimes i sneeze so hard that it makes me jump lol
tagging:
@jaybeeriddle @omkookie @mydahliarose @strawwbyy @sulumuns-dootah @themarchinghare @keencoffeefox @livelaughlovesubs and everyone else who wants to do this!
yaaay yapping time, thank u for tagging me pookie -w-
1. what are your top 3 favourite colours?
erm... pink... and... idk man i like pink (maybe yellow and lime, they go super cute with pink :D)
2. do you have a favourite book? if so, what is it? ([web]comics, manga, manhwa, and manhua also count)
my favorite book (or novel?) is The Apothecary Diaries :D
my favorite manga is Asumi-Chan Is Interested In Lesbian Brothels.... i promise it's peak okay
3. what is the last thing you watched?
A Schaffrillas Productions video! Rn I'm watching his Mufasa review :)
4. do you have a favourite dinosaur? if yes, which one?
I've always liked velociraptors, I used to roleplay being one as a kid
5. what is a random fact about you?
I LOVE binge watching bad "performance" videos (sharktank, america's got talent, x-factor, rupauls drag race, everything. i love me some horrible cringe)
tagging: uhh i don't know many people eughhhh anyone who wants to do this ofc... andddd @gurojerker @andrealphuswife @mo0bsucker @k-ffx1 :) yaay
Hello~ Did you all miss me? I've been caught up with work lately and haven't been able to work much on my hobbies 🥀🥀🥀
Butttt I decided to write something with Selaphiel. I wanted to wait until Andrealphus x Serelis end but I'm burnt out from that huhu
Anyways, enjoy~
⚠ CW: Manipulation, mention of abuse ⚠
Just? Somebody's in here?” Selaphiel mused as he looked into the basket placed behind the cathedral.
A young girl, no smaller than a fawn, curled up in a fetal pose inside the basket. Rose pink hair tousled over her porcelain face, hiding her teary eyes and stained cheeks. Her wings, all bandaged with dried blood on parts of her feathers, were tucked behind her. White satin wrapped her body, covering the faint purple marks.
Her soft pink eyes saw him through her strands. But she spoke nothing. Instead, she reached up, snatching the lid out of his grasp and closing the basket back.
However, Selaphiel flipped the basket open again, scaring the poor girl. “Now, now, I won't eat you. Come here,” Carefully, he pulled her up, hooking his arms below her wings and under her knees, and carried her out. “Serelis, right? A low-rank angel under Gabriel.”
The girl, or Serelis, slowly nodded. He examined her face closely, taking in her features. Bloodshot eyes, flushed and tear-stained cheeks, her hair disheveled, with some strands sticking on her face—an adorable sight, thought Selaphiel.
Brushing the hair off her face, he spoke with a gentle smile. “Well then, nice to meet you. I’m Selaphiel. But you know that, don't you?” Another nod from her. “Aah… Good girl, you do listen during the New Angels’ Orientation.”
His eyes drifted down to her body, noting the black-purple marks littered over her skin. Arms, legs, even shoulders—typical of Gabriel’s actions when it comes to a “disobedient” subordinate. There were some red handprints on her neck and arm, likely from Gabriel's grip.
“Seraph Gabriel is out now. So, let's go back to my place, hm?” Selaphiel suggested, the corner of his eye crinkled, and the gentle smile was retained.
He didn't wait for her answer before spreading his wings open and taking off into the skies, soaring away from the cathedral.
…
Serelis winced as the antiseptic touched a bruise of hers, trying to pull her arm away, but Selaphiel tucked her wrist, firm enough to keep her still but not to hurt her.
“Shh… it'll be done in a bit.” He reassured, dabbing the cotton on her bruises. He wrapped bandages around each bruise he treated, making sure it was sealed tightly.
“Shame, the only healing angel was Lucifer. But he's already way down in Hell.” He chuckled dryly, finally releasing her.
He watched her examining the bandages, touching each area before flinching slightly. He hummed, reaching out to twirl a strand of her hair, a proud smile on his face.
“Seraph Gabriel hasn't been kind to you, has it?” He finally asked. Upon the mention of Gabriel, the colors on her face drained, and her wings curled around herself.
The sight of her scared self, the slight tremors, her hands rubbing over the bandages, those pink eyes filled with terror—something about this ignited a spark in him like he wanted to lock her somewhere far from Gabriel. Or from any harm. It was an enticing idea, he thought.
An idea hit his head. Immediately, he stood up, clapping his hands together. “Alright. Let's go somewhere.”
Serelis lifted her face, curious about where he would bring her—tilting her head to the side, like a confused child.
“Don’t worry. You'll like where we’re going, trust me.” Said Selaphiel with confidence, puffing his chest out.
Just like before, he easily swooped her in his arms, her petite frame cradled against his chest. Spread his wings, he took off once more. This time, he aimed down.
He flew down for a few meters, the winds rushing past them. Serelis shut her eyes, her wings fully folded against her as the currents were too much for her fragile wings. Before she knew it, they passed through some portal, their surroundings wrapped for a few instances.
…
When she opened her eyes, the skies around them were crimson—orange, with the usually white clouds stained by its colors. From below, she could hear distant shouts and cries, coupled with guns being fired and steel clashing. Sounds that invoked some memories in her mind.
She dared to look down, her hands clinging to his shirt. The ground below was a stretch of scarlet, miniatures of people scattered throughout the land. Some moving, some not. As they approached closer, it became clear to her that they were humans. With firearms aimed and swords drawn, they were in a war with each other. The scarlet land was the result of their spilled blood.
Selaphiel stopped a few feet above them, close enough to see them but far enough to keep themselves hidden. He shifted her in his arms, now holding her up by one arm around her waist.
“Look at that. Isn't this wonderful?” Hummed Selaphiel, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. A rather pleasant smile curved on his lips.
However, the same cannot be said for Serelis, who was trembling, covering her eyes, and refusing to look. Selaphiel noticed this and reached up to pry her hand away.
“Oh? Seems like you don't feel the same way,” He chuckled. Grabbing her jaw, he turned her face back to the scene. “Don’t you feel joy upon seeing the chaos below there? Those humans…always driven by greed and bloodlust. Isn't it wonderful to witness God's creation this way?”
Serelis shook her head, freeing herself from his grip, and attempted to fly. Her wings weren't in the best condition, the bandages restricting them. But seeing her trying to struggle out of his grip, he decided to let go.
Just for a moment, before he caught her by the wrist and easily hoisted her back in his arms.
“Your wings could barely flap, and you're trying to fly away? How fun.” He mocked, reaching around to tug at the base of her wings, causing her to wince.
“Please…,” Her voice trembled, tears prickling the corner of her eyes. “I-I don't want…to be here.”
He froze upon hearing her voice, his hand stilled. Her voice…was adorable. So small and shaky, like a terrified kitten being driven into a corner.
His smile twisted into one of pure bliss, relishing in that display. He leaned very close to her, their noses almost touching. “Ooh, your voice…that tone… Sounds like just my type~” He spoke in mirth, his eye crinkling at the corner.
“Huh…?”
“Can you say please again?” Selaphiel ignored her confusion, pulling her closer. “If you say it again, I'll definitely bring you away from here~.”
Serelis continued to stare at him in disbelief. A part of her didn’t want to do it, but given the situation now, plus her desperation…
Clasping her trembling hands and holding them up in front of him, she pleaded. “Please…I want to… get away from here, oh, great…Cherubim…?”
Oh.
Oh.
That hit the spot.
Almost instantly, he spread his wings open, radiating a blinding light for a split second, and swoosh—!
He sped through the skies, and the wind currents were practically cutting through them like knives. Below, the humans halted their war momentarily, looking up to see a long streak of light stretching across the sky.
Yet they saw no source for such a streak, leaving them confused.
Meanwhile, Selaphiel dashed all the way through, heading to wherever his next destination was. Serelis was curled into him, painful needles prickling through her wings, unable to escape the harsh wind.
Then, all went still, and she was able to open her eyes once more.
The scenario had shifted from the red, bloody war to the blue, calming beach beneath them. The area was empty, except for a few figures in the distance. Slowly, he lowered them down to the ground, landing just at the edge of the sea.
“There you go~ Something more to your liking.” He hummed, placing her gently on the sea-soaked sand.
Gentle water flowed over, washing gently against her. Her wings relaxed, the feathers soaking themselves into the water. But the salt got bit into her wounds, causing her to wince and retract her wings.
He took notice of it, of course. But he didn't want to do anything. Just enjoying the expression on her face as she seemed both amazed and perplexed by the situation.
Her attention was back to him, staring with her big, pink doe eyes. Then, she bowed her head slightly. A hint of life seemed to return to her eyes. Her lips moved, but no words came out. As he tilted his head closer, trying to catch the words, she spoke a tad louder.
“Thank you…” She muttered, just enough for him to hear it.
His eye widened for a moment, and the usual smirk dropped. He stared at her for a while, the air between them being filled by the slow waves of the sea. His chest felt warm, his heart skipped a beat, and something else ignited.
His demeanor eventually reverted to a grin. In a blink, his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his arms. He hugged her—tight—like he was trying to squeeze the air out of her. Soft laughter slipped out of his lips, his chest rumbling against her.
He held her like that for so long, fingers touching through her pink, silken hair. Eventually, he pulled her off, locking eyes with her. With a bright smile on his face, he spoke: “Serelis, next time Gabriel hurts you, you should come find me, alright?”
“Huh?”
He got even closer; their noses almost brushed against each other. “I mean, whenever Seraph Gabriel punishes you, or even when some angels decide to pick on you, you should come find me,” He said with a honeyed voice, caressing one of her bandaged wings. “I’ll take care of you, okay? I’ll tend to your wounds, listen to your cries, give you comfort…”
“Call me Big Brother from now on.” His words made her eyes go wide, like she was second-guessing her hearing. The sight of it made him happy. “Big Brother, or Big Brother Selaphiel, is good too. From now on, you’ll be my little sister, Serelis. And big brothers should protect their little siblings.”
Serelis was beyond confused by what he said. Big Brother? Little sister? What are those? She did not know those words, but she did know one thing. Protect. Big brothers should protect their little siblings. And he asked her to call him Big Brother. That means… he’lll protect her, right…?
She eventually nodded, hope sparking in her eyes. “Big brother…,” She uttered those words for the first time, tasting their foreignness. “Big brother.” The second time, it was uttered with more confidence, as if she had known the word all her life.
Hearing it warmed his heart; a sense of protectiveness washed over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her close to him, and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“That’s right, Serelis. I’m your Big Brother,” He said in pure glee, his smile crazed from the satisfaction of her clinging to him now. “Big Brother Selaphiel will protect you from the evil Gabriel, okay? So,that always come back to me, Serelis.” His voice had gone soft at her name, like muttering a quiet prayer.
“I will!” She replied, her voice much brighter than before as she returned the hug, unaware of the trap she had fallen into.
Since then, Serelis no longer hid herself in the dark corners of the cathedral or in the basket outside. After every abuse, she would find Selaphiel and confide in him, letting go of all the pain and basking ing in the warmth he exuded.
Days passed, then weeks, then months, and then many, many years. Heaven was in disarray as ever, maybe even worsening. Few angels had strayed from the path since God’s disappearance, either fallen or corrupted by their own idea.
And Selaphiel was just one of them.
News of him recreating a New Heaven centering around himself reached Gabriel. As the Seraphim and the ones closest to God, naturally, Selaphiel got the punishment he deserved.
But his fall from Heaven had not reached Serelis, who helplessly searched for him.
“Seraph Gabriel,” The young girl, who had grown with better wings but old marks on her skin, approached the Seraphim, his massive wings hiding his figure. “Where is… Big Brother Selaphiel…?”
“Big Brother?” Those words left Gabriel’s lips with a bitter taste. He looked at her from over his shoulder, his white eye piercing right back at her. “Gone. And did I ever tell you? Angels aren’t family. Nor has Heaven been. So, don’t you dare refer to him or anyone as “brother” ever again.”
The words he spoke cruelly left her hurt. And she had nowhere to confide herself now that Selaphiel was gone. So, she found herself back in her old comfort, the dark corners of the cathedral and the basket, weeping over the loss of her “brother”.
Extra:
The story takes place after the events of “Andrealphus x Serelis”.
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“One, two…” A lady dressed in a light pink dress, blood staining her clothes, though she paid no mind to it, counted the bodies of angels on the ground. A large, saw-like blade was dragging beside her, the steel dripping in blood.
“Hm, not a lot this time. Shame.” She sighed, setting her blade aside to stretch herself out.
Just then, her phone rang, vibrating inside her pocket. She took it out, accepted the call, and held it to her ear. “Hello, Nurse Eisheth from Paradise Lost, at your service~ How can I help you~?”
At first, there was no one answering, only static. Eisheth thought it might be a prank call, especially since her phone number was all over Hell thanks to her job’s constant need for moving. She was about to hang up when, finally, a voice came through.
“How…adorable…” The voice said, slightly distorted by the static.
“Hello?”
“You…my type…”
Eisheth was confused at this point, but still decided to talk with the person. “Your type? Your voice is breaking up, you know~ I can’t hear you~.”
“Turn…around…”
The call became static once more.
Still holding the phone close to her ear, she finally turned around and…
Zing—!
Something flew past her in the blink of an eye. A faint red line streaked across her cheek before blood started to trickle out of the wound. A bullet had been shot at her, barely missing her.
The static suddenly cleared up, giving way to a smooth, mocking voice of a man.
“Look up, little sis.”
Eisheth looked up, ignoring the wound on her cheek, and finally met eye-to-eye with the mysterious person.
Raven-haired man, with his right eye covered and traces of black marks peeking from underneath the bangs, sat on top of a lamp post, his single wing folded into his side—white t-shirt, white pants, typical of an angel’s attire. Only difference was his shirt was untucked. One hand holding his phone to his ear, the other aiming a gun right at her, smoke wisping out of the nozzle. A smug smirk was plastered on his face, looking down at her with interest.
“Oh? Forgotten me already, little sis?” His voice loud and clear on the phone, laced with mock hurt. “That’s a shame. And here I thought you would be happy to see me again.”
Eisheth kept her face straight at him, tilting her head to the side. “Little sis? I don’t recall sharing blood with an angel~” She finally addressed the wound on her face, lightly grazed her finger over it. “Also, that’s rude of you to fire a bullet at me~ My pretty face is hurt~”
The angel burst out laughing at her complaint, his voice ringing through the phone. He got up, balancing himself on top of the lamp post before suddenly disappearing. In a blink, he reappeared in front of her, holding the gun right on her forehead and leaning into her.
“Since you’ve forgotten me, then let me reintroduce myself.” He grinned devilishly, pressing the gun harder.
“It’s nice to meet you, Serelis. I’m your Big Brother, Selaphiel.”
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If there's any mistakes, please forgive me. I am posting from my phone so I can't give check well. (*°∀°)=3
A little fact:
Big Brother is also a way to refer to a powerful authority.
Thinking about this chat with Andrealphus and I just think naked cuddles would be his fave.
Imagine just waiting for him to come home. You go ahead and prep the bath. Then, you just get yourself naked and wait for him. Once he gets home, you would jump into his arms, surprising him. He would be happy but being worried of staining you with the blood on him, but you wouldn't care much. Because you're going to clean him up anyway.
He would immediately noticed you're naked, even through his gloves. His gloves were off first, touching you in every part he could be. When you told him bath's ready, he would be naked in an instant and eagerly bringing you.
After bath is the best. You would help to dry him up but he wouldn't bother to dress himself up. The same goes for you. Just straight to bed, dry, naked and fresh from the wash up.
He would nuzzle his face at every crook and crannies of you. Peppering kisses or simply taking in your scent. He loves if you would touch him as well, just feeling your hands on his skin. He would kiss on your crotch, not necessarily trying to rile you up, but just to map you out even though he had done it for the nth time already.
Depends on him, this can lead to sex or sleep. All you know is you won't be dressed until the next morning, and if he doesn't feel like hunting, you might just spend a whole day naked.
Thinking about this chat with Andrealphus and I just think naked cuddles would be his fave.
Imagine just waiting for him to come home. You go ahead and prep the bath. Then, you just get yourself naked and wait for him. Once he gets home, you would jump into his arms, surprising him. He would be happy but being worried of staining you with the blood on him, but you wouldn't care much. Because you're going to clean him up anyway.
He would immediately noticed you're naked, even through his gloves. His gloves were off first, touching you in every part he could be. When you told him bath's ready, he would be naked in an instant and eagerly bringing you.
After bath is the best. You would help to dry him up but he wouldn't bother to dress himself up. The same goes for you. Just straight to bed, dry, naked and fresh from the wash up.
He would nuzzle his face at every crook and crannies of you. Peppering kisses or simply taking in your scent. He loves if you would touch him as well, just feeling your hands on his skin. He would kiss on your crotch, not necessarily trying to rile you up, but just to map you out even though he had done it for the nth time already.
Depends on him, this can lead to sex or sleep. All you know is you won't be dressed until the next morning, and if he doesn't feel like hunting, you might just spend a whole day naked.
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Do you ever think if, say Raphael does get tamed by MC, would Andrealphus feel somewhat guilt in succeeding killing him?
Not saying in a way he forgives Raphael, but in a way of how his entire vision on Raphael being shifted once he actually faced Raphael.
I'm sorta out of loop with the stories, only relying on others' postings so some parts may be inaccurate. I haven't spare time to watch Andrealphus' past but I will eventually (I know he got his younger sprite there so I wanna see the baby)
The thought came when Raphael's Attacker was released. Raphael clearly seen being soft despite his known violent nature. Not forgetting he got aftercare for MC too (unlike his brothers). Whether this is canon timeline or not (what even is WHB about), that's not matter. But it does give potential of Raphael being the first to fall. (Michael and him are kinda close on this tbh)
This is partly because I have a fic idea of my OC with Raphael where she basically put him through domestication (inspiration from one of Franken Fran's stories titled Domestication). But I won't spoil too much hehehehehe
Back on topic, the idea of Andrealphus succeeding in killing Raphael (or maybe injured) yet he still felt like he succeed is like, tasty imo. Yes, Seraphims are evil, the angels are evil in general. Yet, when he wanted to kill Raphael, Raphael acted less aggressive and it somehow disrupts the image he always held on Raphael. Maybe, at that moment, it felt like the roles are switched and he felt like he was the bad one.
I do think he still found peace afterwards, just in a different way.
There's like a character at the back of my head that fits this trope, like getting their revenge yet they don't feel peaceful as they had expected. Not like "I feel guilty to kill the bad guy.", but more like "They're dead. What now?" or "They're dead but they don't fit the idea I had of them for a while."
Idk if I make sense or not but hope you all get me HAHA
I gotta tell myself to finish current fic but ooooh my hands, they're creating a new doc, oh noooo.
